I have lots of memories of breaking wishbones as a kid... the anticipation of waiting for it to dry, thinking of a wish and my sister and I each taking a side and pulling. It probably means that I cook a whole lot less than my mom did, but I just let Resli and Lela enjoy that experience for the first time.
This time, Lela won. I don't know what she wished for, but earlier she had told me that she was going to wish that nobody in the world would ever be sick again.
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